"I don't know," said the curate in trepidation. "Bless me, it will be very unpleasant. What will she do? What do you think she would say? Don't you think, on the whole, we get on very well as we are? I have always been told that it was bad to send girls to school; and besides it costs a great deal of money," he added after a pause. "I don't know if I could afford it; that is a thing which must be thought of," he said, with a sense of relief. "I have thought of that," said Miss Maydew triumphantly: "the girls interest me, and I will send them to school. Oh, don't say anything. I don't do it for thanks. To me their improving will be my recompense. Put all anxiety out of your mind; I will undertake the whole----" "But, Miss Maydew!" "There are no buts in the matter," said Aunt Jane, rising; "I have quite settled it. I have saved a nice little sum, which will go to them eventually, and I should like to see them in a position to do me credit. Don't say anything, Mr. St. John. Hester's girls!--poor Hester!--no one in the world can have so great a claim upon me; and no one can tell so well as I what they lost in poor Hester, Mr. St. John--and what you lost as well." The curate bowed his head. Though he was so tranquil and resigned, the name of his Hester went to his heart, with a dull pang, perhaps--for he was growing old, and had a calm unimpassioned spirit--but still with a pang, and no easy words of mourning would come to his lip. "Yes, indeed," said Aunt Jane, "I don't know that I ever knew any one like her; and her girls shall have justice, they shall have justice, Mr. St. John. I mean to make it my business to find them a school--but till you have heard from me finally," she added, turning back after she had reached the door, "it will be as well not to say anything to Miss Brown." "Oh no," said the curate eagerly, "it will be much best to say nothing to Miss Brown." Miss Maydew nodded at him confidentially as she went away, and left him in all the despair of an unexpected crisis. _He_ say anything to Miss Brown! What should he say? That he had no further occasion for her services? But how could he say so to a lady? Had he not always gone upon the amiable ground that she had done him the greatest favour in coming there to teach his daughters, and now to dismiss her--to _dismiss_ her! Mr. St. John's heart sunk down, down to the very heels of his boots. It was all very easy for Aunt Jane, who had not got it to do; but he, _he!_ how was he ever to summon his courage and say anything like this to Miss Brown? CHAPTER IV. MISS BROWN.